Sorry for OOCness, not sorry for this abomination.
Erelye x Serpent Chapter 1: Flowers
Erelye appeared a short distance away from Serpent’s home, holding a bunch of magical flowers. They would give off various positive effects, but that wasn’t the main reason for him bringing them. He just didn’t have easy access to non-magical flowers. Why was he bringing Serpent flowers? He wasn’t quite sure himself, but it felt right.
He walked up to the door, for some inexplicable reason, nervous. Sure, Serpent could react rather badly to his appearance here, but he hoped that the flowers would help with that. No, that wasn’t why he was feeling nervous. He wasn’t really sure why, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. Erelye rang the doorbell, holding the flowers with his other hand.
Serpent opened the door, ready o the blow the brains out of whoever was on the other side. Realizing it was Erelye, she asked briskly, “Erelye. What are you doing here?”
Erelye replied nervously, “Please, call me Kalare.”
“Okay… You can continue to call me Serpent."
“I will do just that, yes, indeed...” Erelye said awkwardly, before shoving his flowers into Serpent’s face, “Flowers?”
Serpent hesitantly reached for the flowers, and tried to take them, only to find that Erelye wasn’t letting go. She stared at him, “Let go of the flowers.”
“Yes. Yes. Certainly,” Erelye replied nervously, letting go of the flowers, “Might I enter?”
“Be my guest,” Serpent said as she started walking inside, “Lock the door behind you.”
Erelye quickly locked the door and followed as Serpent went inside her kitchen, and placed the flowers in a convenient empty vase on her table. She motioned to one of the chairs, and started looking through cabinets. Erelye sat down quietly, too nervous to say anything.
Serpent returned with a bottle, offered some of it to Erelye, who downed the entire glass, much to Serpent’s surprise. She waited for a minute before asking, “Well? Are you going to say anything?”
“No,” Erelye replied, pouring himself another glass.
Serpent looked at him incredulously, “Why are you here?”
“I am not entirely sure, to be quite honest,” Erelye said, downing his second glass, “I suppose I felt like being here.”
“Okay… Would you like to talk about anything, or are you just going to empty a twenty sweep old bottle?”
“How are yoo doing?” Erelye asked, pouring himself a third glass.
“Fine. How about you?” Serpent asked politely.
“Neber better!” Erelye said loudly, just after refilling his glass yet again, “It must get lonely here, hhm?”
“That enough, I think,” Serpent said as she grabbed the bottle away from him, before he could refill his glass for the fifth time, “This is some strong stuff.”
“De stronger, da bitter, you kno?”
She stared pointedly at him, “Are you an alcoholic?”
“Of coursh not, dun’t be silly!” Erelye said with a giggle.
“I’m not sure I want to to talk to you right now,” Serpent said as she got up, “I have a couch somewhere in here...”
Erelye interrupted her, “Waait!”
Serpent turned around, “What?”
“Yo’ure very attarative, you know?”
“What?”
“I said… I dun rememmber…”
“Get some sleep, Erelye,” she concluded, walking out of the room, making sure to take the bottle with her.
“Ist Kalaree,” he said, but Serpent was already gone.
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It was indeed very big. This is going to be interesting...
In other news, I cannot decide whether to vomit, off myself due to an overcomplexified shame-embarrassment hybrid, or to laugh hysterically at that fanfiction. Bleh. Morbid curiosity is a terrible thing. Especially when you are dealing with fanfictions of what is essentially yourself. Unfortunately, this is not the first time Kalare has gotten highly drunk and said thing that would best be locked in the mind for a large amount of time. But, I suppose I still have to say
WHY DID YOU REQUEST THIS, TWIN?! Really?!?!???!!???!! WHY.
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AHahaha, WHAT? I tototototally didn't requerequerequeOHNO/////////////////////////////////////////////
Yes. That may become a problem. D̢̛̠̙̰̳͈͈̺̣͍͕̱̝̟̠̲̖ͮ̐̊̎͂̄̄ͯ̊̂̑̚͜ͅȍ̷̡͍̗͎̲̹͈̱̦͔͍̪̺̠̗̒ͮ̓̏̓͟ ̴̤̬̪̭̪̻͇͕̜̮̗̼̗͓̞̲͚̘͂ͭ͒͛̾ͨ̄͋̌ͮb̴͔̞̪̼̖͚̩̩̥͚̜̯̊́͛̿ͮ̅ͬ̄ͪ̑͛ͪ͋ͣ̄͗̚͝͠ē̴̷̢ͮͬ̿͋ͤ͗͒̈̌̂͋̚̚͢͏̱̪͕̲̜̞̣͓̝̲͕͖̼̗e̵̳͓̰͕̭͍̪̦̻͕̹̤͍̙͊̓̅̿̀͑ͧͩ̐͘͟ͅe̢̬̪͚͕̥̮ͬ͒͌́͑͗̂̾͐ͨ̓͌͊̇ͨ̒͘͢e̶ͣ̂ͧ̅̀ͩͪ͆̓ͨͭ̽̿͂̋̅͞҉̩̪̪͎̻͔̜̫͈͇̱̥̺̫͎͢ͅ-̧̣͉͙̘̳͎̩̝̜̫͖ͪ̇͛̈̋̕b̵̶̎̏ͨ̅̑ͭ̌̍ͯ͗̍ͨ̏̊͗̓͏̢͎̥̯̟̖̻̩̪͙͓͔̞͈̫̳̤͙̤-ͮͮ͆͗̎ͧ͂͆͆͢҉̨̧͙̭̬̭͉͈͍̝̲̥͈̻̭̠͟b͔͈̣̯̖̱̝̯̝͚͖̭̥̰̦̑ͤ̈͒̃ͤ̿ͯ͑̆̄̌͆͛̅ͮ͊̊̚͟͜-͕̩̫͎̯̹̲̲̣͕̬̣͎̼͊ͣ̆ͤ̂̒ͣͣ́̕͟ḅ̨̢̭̩̞̭̙̩͉͖̬̟̠̮͎͖̦̇̒̈́̔͛̿ͩͫ̋͠͝͝ḙ̩̳̭̻̭̥̤̪̞̱͍̼̠̯̯͙̂ͫͬ͒ͨ̒̃͋̏͐͐̐̚̚͘͢͡͡ ̴̢̧̯̭̺̹̼̣̜̳̱͙͕̙̰͍̜̳̺̆ͨ̂̔ͭ̏̓͟͝c̷̫̳̼͓̦̙͖͎̦͛̒̐̾ͩ̓͛̆̌ͤ̚͟ȧ̸̈́̅̍͊̂ͥͥ҉̩̯̰̭̜̬͎͔̭̹̱̠̺͎͓́͞ŗ̷̴̣̰̞͈͖͍̹̣̥̠̞̣̲̦͚̻̞̯̀̋̾̔̀̓ͬ͌͛͗͆͒ͦ͌̾̽̓̽́̚͟ȇ̢͔̗̠̥̤̺͚̥̝͎̎̾̉͆̃̄̐ͭ͌ͧ̀̕͡f̜̼̜͇͔̫̬̰̭̮̝̙̪̟̻ͫ̓͊̆͜͜-̸͚͓̟̠̥̰̤ͥ̇̽̽͌ͯͯ͗̑ͨͬ͗ͭ̊̐͐ͪ̊͜͞͞r̶͈̝͖̫̠̙̠̘͙ͩ͂̽͗ͧ̐͑ͤ͆ͥͬ͋̾̅ͯͩ̅̐́́ę̷̷͎͙̺͇̞͎̺̲͓̰̹͈͚͚͑ͥ̊̐ͥ̿͐ͬ͜f̨̢̜͍͇̘̥̯̹͓̫͖͎̘͙̜̣̽ͬ̓͌ͨ̈́ͬ͒̔ͭ̓̌̏͒̒̏͒u̸̡̱̱̜̻̣͍̥̼̩̟̻̹̯̯̗͇̠̝̔ͬ̍͛̾̐͑̅ͫͣ̀͘͠ļ̤̠̟̥̫͚̺͍͉̣̫͈̘̯̥̜͉̝ͤ̊͂̈̆̏̍̅̀̕͞ͅ ͕̠̰̯͉̠̞͙̟̯̘̑͋̈́̈́ͥ̍̄́͐ͮ̎̀͘ḫ̷͔͖̬̗̞̯͎͚̝̺̜̰̬̿̽͛͜͡ͅỏͫ̇̂҉͎̝̟̻̬͍̤̺̬̙͍͢w̧̭̥̠̝̭͍͔̖̩̐͛ͭ͂͒ͭ̍͂͡ ̶̯͕̲̺͖̻̮̮̭̠͓̹̂̌ͤ̃̄̃̀͋͠͝ỵ̵̢̛͙̳̘̺̤͈̣̯̙̲͓̦̹͌̾̎ͯ͛̆ͥ́͟-ͣ̆̈́͂ͣͩ̌̇ͮͯͯ͆ͪ̈́̈͋͗̚͏̵̮͎̪̜̗̲̬͕̭͓͇̭̦̞̱̭͙̰̳̀y̵̢̳̳̻͈̼͔̮̻̜̜̲̐ͥ̅̿͂͆ͦ͛̊ͮ͛ͩ̐ͬ̇͘͜͢ͅ-̸̷̡̋̿ͣ̍̓͂ͣͦ̃ͣ҉̸̫̗̬͔̭͉̮͇̼̱̩͖̳ỵ̷̧̳̳͎͈͎͕̲̜ͨ̄ͭ̑̏ͤ́̎̀̐̚̕̕-̸̴̛̮̹̫̪̦̥͎̤͂̃͆̅̋͒̈́́ͅy͉̭̙̪̜̬̜̮̖̪̳̟̣̝͋ͯ͑ͩ̀͘͝͝-̦͖̲̮̥̜̞̠͇ͣͦ̓ͪ͘͜͞y̸̵̼͈̰̘̱̹̱̆ͪ͋̎̈́͐ͨͪͩ͌͢͢͢-̷̡̜̣̰̖͎̤̑̑͋̓ͫ̌ͣ͗ͣ̌̿̆̓̉ỳ̶̡̛̛͓͖̥̥̞͍̘͈̮̮ͪ͊͌̊̍ͣ̑̊͂͒ͭ͞o̴̧̭͇̬̯̯͒̂̌ͮ̈́ͪ̒̌̆̓́ͭ͒͢͞o̧̡͖̜̘͎̤ͬ̑͆ͤ͗͗̉ͣ̾ͥ̎̃̋̎ͧ̾̓̚o̴͈̳̲͍̙̣̯͍͔̘̹͈͔͈ͫ̿̿͛͗̐͆͗ͩ̃ò̶̡͈̺̖̺̺̪̜̭͕̣͇̪̭̗͓̜̂̑̔̽ͩ̋̈̂ͦͨ̽̑ͧ̈̎ơ̷͊ͫ̾̀̉͏̘̘̖̖͈̰͍͉̞͔̝͎̞̫͚̬͡ͅo̷̫͉͉̥̻̜̙̼͓͙̩̞͍̪̙̦̘ͥͯ̓̉̊ͧͤͨ͑͊̒̆̅́̚ͅo̴̞̣̭͇̣̮͇̮͔̹̝͈ͨ̽̐̿̋ͫ̓͗o̸̩̹̮̜̖͉̪̯̪͇̹͂̄͆̂͆̃͋̍̈̈́̌̈́̇̏̉̓ͩ̊̅̕͟͡ͅơ̘̯͉͍̓̽̂̓̈̊̍͛ͧ̎̃͑͑̋̈ͯ̍̋̚͜͞o̗̦͕̭̤͔͔̥͈͖̠͔̪͗̏͂͗ͩ̕̕ͅU̶̷̢͉͉̞̺̮̱̯̲̩ͥ̉̉́U̷̲̞̩̱͑͊̍͛͘U̸̢̥͎̬̫̜̬͐ͦͣ́͌́̀̐̕͞͝ͅU̗̼̭̘̼̭ͮ̐̈́̉͊̅̓̂͒ͯ̉̓̾ͮͦ́̈́ͭ́̚U̸̳̥̬̗͈ͣͤ͑ͫͧ̌ͣ͗́̅̒̃ͩ̊̋͛͊̚͘ͅU̴͍͍͖͕͙͚̘̟͆̉͗̔̆̽̔́́̀͘ ̴̖͓̥̜̤͔͙͎̺̼͇̦̅ͯͤ͟dͭ̔̋̈́ͬ́̿ͪ̊͊̚͢͠҉͉̟̫͙̱͎̭̯ê̶̶̥̩͙̮͊ͪ̈̋̋̓̎̀͢aͮ̾̓͊͑͋́͏̢̯̱͕̩̠̬̭̘̺̦̗̬͉̟̺̙̫̕͡l̹̼͖̮̼̟̞̇̽ͭ͛ͤ̃̋ͣ̿͆̌ͮ͊͊̚̚͘͘͜ͅ ̸̢̜̣̜̱̜̱̱̙͔͕ͪ̈́ͭͩ͒̾͒ͭ̉ͪ̅ͯ̍̈́ͬͬͫ͌̽͘w̡̮̰̘̼̫̼͎̞͈̘̫͈͍̬̦̙̟͖ͩ̈́̄͆ͯͥ̑̎̓̓͂͊ͫ͞͡ī̴̴̄̅̓͋̀̃͗̏ͦ̽̋ͨ͆̂̀͏̖̥̜͖̮̟̖̪͔̗̫͙̙̘̝̼̮͕t̶̛ͤͨͫ͗̎ͭ̑ͫͫ͐͗͒̑ͤ͋ͭ͢͏̦̠̩̜͇̜͍͕͖͖͓̹̣ͅͅh̸̞͖͍̹̭͉̗̘̲̗͇͉̻̐̔̓͌̉̓̎̑͘͟ͅ ̏͗́̑́҉̟̞͉̭͓̼͉̥̱͟i̶͖͔͚̮̞̰̳͉͕̼̲̺̯̖̅̆͐͆̒̃͑ͦͦ̋̾́ͣͬ͆̓ͫͭt̸͐̓̇̔̽̀͛̆͂͌̚̕͘҉͏̻̖͎͔̪̩̙̱̪̙̼͎̯͈ͅ-̷̢̡̭̦̤̠̹̬̭͍͈̅ͫͮ̍͛ͨ̈̌͑̒̌̓̍̇͗͑͜w̴̗̹͚͚̮̣̮͔͙̙̣̠̫̮̽͗̂͗ͬ̄́̀͝ͅi̷̴̢͇̼̞͉̬̲̣͈̠ͤͥͪ̀̕t͖̬̳̪̯̥̱̜̝̼̗̑̄̀̓͐͆ͣ͑̂ͦ͑ͧ͒̆ͯ͛͑ͬ́̀̀͘h̸ͤͬ̍̏̈́͏҉̝̙̻͔̞͖̼̗̫̪͉̣̱̰ͅͅ ̛͓̲͕̉͗ͩ̿ͮ̀̕͡͞i̴̘̯̳̣͎͍̬̻ͬ̄̍̈́̾ͨ͞ͅt̸̰̳̞̝̮͚̣͔̝̺̹͉̹̤̩̟̲͖̯̒̓̿̽̊̐͊ͯͩͫ̚͝-̻͉͙̻̳̣͓̝͚ͧͧ̐̇́w̧̢̧̱̺̺͔̙̫̹͇̳̿̄ͦ̃̄ͧ̅̑̊̄ͣ̾̏͂̿̂͆ͬ͠ͅͅi͗̏ͪ̀ͯ͗ͤ̋̕͘͏̹̹̼͍̲̜͇͍̹̤̙͇t̆̂ͨ͌̽͌̀͏͈̤͇̰̙̥̲̪̖̩̞͉͈͠͡h̢͒́̓̎͊͒ͦ̑͛ͫ̒ͧ͒͋ͨ͐̎̕҉̨͚͕̻̫͔͍̥̞̮͚̬͎̼̼̦͕͇͡ ̨̛̛̣̺̱͍͇͔̯̠̀̑̔̿ͭ̿ͩ̈ͪͤ̊̌͞͞iͯ̓͒̐ͬ͗ͯͯ͏͏̶̠͎̻̲̮̲̠̠̺͟ͅt̡̡̙̙̟̠̖̎̌̏̄ͣ̆ͦ̋̚̕͝-̧̛̛͇̠̬̭ͬͩͭ͛̄́i̡̙̰̼̗̰̞͎̲̜̯͎̳ͩ̽̈́͆̍̓̊̄͊̄̇̚ͅţ̷̷̶̢̩̦̹͓̲̮̤͎̓͗̍͑ͦ̋̾ͣ̇̌̀ͫ̈͋ͤ̓̂̿-̸̓ͬͥͨ̋͆̾ͣ͒ͩ҉̱̝̠̳͍̦̗̪̥͚̯͉̮̀͡ͅi̶̴̟͚̳̭͐͒̀ͭ͐͌̆̂̈̑̏̒̃͒͊̀ͥͭ̑̀͘͠ţ̢̧̱̯̥̜̮̹̣̮̟̤͇̫͈͖̞̩͙̈́̂̈́̏ͨ̏̑ͫ͐́͜.̷̣̞̭̼̞̯̻͓͔̗̜̯̓͊ͥ̉ͥ͆͋̏̿̆̂̾ͦ̚̕͟͡ͅ
Erelye x Serpent Chapter 1: Flowers
Erelye appeared a short distance away from Serpent’s home, holding a bunch of magical flowers. They would give off various positive effects, but that wasn’t the main reason for him bringing them. He just didn’t have easy access to non-magical flowers. Why was he bringing Serpent flowers? He wasn’t quite sure himself, but it felt right.
He walked up to the door, for some inexplicable reason, nervous. Sure, Serpent could react rather badly to his appearance here, but he hoped that the flowers would help with that. No, that wasn’t why he was feeling nervous. He wasn’t really sure why, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. Erelye rang the doorbell, holding the flowers with his other hand.
Serpent opened the door, ready o the blow the brains out of whoever was on the other side. Realizing it was Erelye, she asked briskly, “Erelye. What are you doing here?”
Erelye replied nervously, “Please, call me Kalare.”
“Okay… You can continue to call me Serpent."
“I will do just that, yes, indeed...” Erelye said awkwardly, before shoving his flowers into Serpent’s face, “Flowers?”
Serpent hesitantly reached for the flowers, and tried to take them, only to find that Erelye wasn’t letting go. She stared at him, “Let go of the flowers.”
“Yes. Yes. Certainly,” Erelye replied nervously, letting go of the flowers, “Might I enter?”
“Be my guest,” Serpent said as she started walking inside, “Lock the door behind you.”
Erelye quickly locked the door and followed as Serpent went inside her kitchen, and placed the flowers in a convenient empty vase on her table. She motioned to one of the chairs, and started looking through cabinets. Erelye sat down quietly, too nervous to say anything.
Serpent returned with a bottle, offered some of it to Erelye, who downed the entire glass, much to Serpent’s surprise. She waited for a minute before asking, “Well? Are you going to say anything?”
“No,” Erelye replied, pouring himself another glass.
Serpent looked at him incredulously, “Why are you here?”
“I am not entirely sure, to be quite honest,” Erelye said, downing his second glass, “I suppose I felt like being here.”
“Okay… Would you like to talk about anything, or are you just going to empty a twenty sweep old bottle?”
“How are yoo doing?” Erelye asked, pouring himself a third glass.
“Fine. How about you?” Serpent asked politely.
“Neber better!” Erelye said loudly, just after refilling his glass yet again, “It must get lonely here, hhm?”
“That enough, I think,” Serpent said as she grabbed the bottle away from him, before he could refill his glass for the fifth time, “This is some strong stuff.”
“De stronger, da bitter, you kno?”
She stared pointedly at him, “Are you an alcoholic?”
“Of coursh not, dun’t be silly!” Erelye said with a giggle.
“I’m not sure I want to to talk to you right now,” Serpent said as she got up, “I have a couch somewhere in here...”
Erelye interrupted her, “Waait!”
Serpent turned around, “What?”
“Yo’ure very attarative, you know?”
“What?”
“I said… I dun rememmber…”
“Get some sleep, Erelye,” she concluded, walking out of the room, making sure to take the bottle with her.
“Ist Kalaree,” he said, but Serpent was already gone.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Vriska might freak out a little, I doubt I'm going to have to change up Hank's response much though.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Oh no.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
AHahaha, WHAT? I tototototally didn't requerequereque OHNO/////////////////////////////////////////////
In other news, I cannot decide whether to vomit, off myself due to an overcomplexified shame-embarrassment hybrid, or to laugh hysterically at that fanfiction. Bleh. Morbid curiosity is a terrible thing. Especially when you are dealing with fanfictions of what is essentially yourself. Unfortunately, this is not the first time Kalare has gotten highly drunk and said thing that would best be locked in the mind for a large amount of time. But, I suppose I still have to say
WHY DID YOU REQUEST THIS, TWIN?! Really?!?!???!!???!! WHY.
Yes. That may become a problem. D̢̛̠̙̰̳͈͈̺̣͍͕̱̝̟̠̲̖ͮ̐̊̎͂̄̄ͯ̊̂̑̚͜ͅȍ̷̡͍̗͎̲̹͈̱̦͔͍̪̺̠̗̒ͮ̓̏̓͟ ̴̤̬̪̭̪̻͇͕̜̮̗̼̗͓̞̲͚̘͂ͭ͒͛̾ͨ̄͋̌ͮb̴͔̞̪̼̖͚̩̩̥͚̜̯̊́͛̿ͮ̅ͬ̄ͪ̑͛ͪ͋ͣ̄͗̚͝͠ē̴̷̢ͮͬ̿͋ͤ͗͒̈̌̂͋̚̚͢͏̱̪͕̲̜̞̣͓̝̲͕͖̼̗e̵̳͓̰͕̭͍̪̦̻͕̹̤͍̙͊̓̅̿̀͑ͧͩ̐͘͟ͅe̢̬̪͚͕̥̮ͬ͒͌́͑͗̂̾͐ͨ̓͌͊̇ͨ̒͘͢e̶ͣ̂ͧ̅̀ͩͪ͆̓ͨͭ̽̿͂̋̅͞҉̩̪̪͎̻͔̜̫͈͇̱̥̺̫͎͢ͅ-̧̣͉͙̘̳͎̩̝̜̫͖ͪ̇͛̈̋̕b̵̶̎̏ͨ̅̑ͭ̌̍ͯ͗̍ͨ̏̊͗̓͏̢͎̥̯̟̖̻̩̪͙͓͔̞͈̫̳̤͙̤-ͮͮ͆͗̎ͧ͂͆͆͢҉̨̧͙̭̬̭͉͈͍̝̲̥͈̻̭̠͟b͔͈̣̯̖̱̝̯̝͚͖̭̥̰̦̑ͤ̈͒̃ͤ̿ͯ͑̆̄̌͆͛̅ͮ͊̊̚͟͜-͕̩̫͎̯̹̲̲̣͕̬̣͎̼͊ͣ̆ͤ̂̒ͣͣ́̕͟ḅ̨̢̭̩̞̭̙̩͉͖̬̟̠̮͎͖̦̇̒̈́̔͛̿ͩͫ̋͠͝͝ḙ̩̳̭̻̭̥̤̪̞̱͍̼̠̯̯͙̂ͫͬ͒ͨ̒̃͋̏͐͐̐̚̚͘͢͡͡ ̴̢̧̯̭̺̹̼̣̜̳̱͙͕̙̰͍̜̳̺̆ͨ̂̔ͭ̏̓͟͝c̷̫̳̼͓̦̙͖͎̦͛̒̐̾ͩ̓͛̆̌ͤ̚͟ȧ̸̈́̅̍͊̂ͥͥ҉̩̯̰̭̜̬͎͔̭̹̱̠̺͎͓́͞ŗ̷̴̣̰̞͈͖͍̹̣̥̠̞̣̲̦͚̻̞̯̀̋̾̔̀̓ͬ͌͛͗͆͒ͦ͌̾̽̓̽́̚͟ȇ̢͔̗̠̥̤̺͚̥̝͎̎̾̉͆̃̄̐ͭ͌ͧ̀̕͡f̜̼̜͇͔̫̬̰̭̮̝̙̪̟̻ͫ̓͊̆͜͜-̸͚͓̟̠̥̰̤ͥ̇̽̽͌ͯͯ͗̑ͨͬ͗ͭ̊̐͐ͪ̊͜͞͞r̶͈̝͖̫̠̙̠̘͙ͩ͂̽͗ͧ̐͑ͤ͆ͥͬ͋̾̅ͯͩ̅̐́́ę̷̷͎͙̺͇̞͎̺̲͓̰̹͈͚͚͑ͥ̊̐ͥ̿͐ͬ͜f̨̢̜͍͇̘̥̯̹͓̫͖͎̘͙̜̣̽ͬ̓͌ͨ̈́ͬ͒̔ͭ̓̌̏͒̒̏͒u̸̡̱̱̜̻̣͍̥̼̩̟̻̹̯̯̗͇̠̝̔ͬ̍͛̾̐͑̅ͫͣ̀͘͠ļ̤̠̟̥̫͚̺͍͉̣̫͈̘̯̥̜͉̝ͤ̊͂̈̆̏̍̅̀̕͞ͅ ͕̠̰̯͉̠̞͙̟̯̘̑͋̈́̈́ͥ̍̄́͐ͮ̎̀͘ḫ̷͔͖̬̗̞̯͎͚̝̺̜̰̬̿̽͛͜͡ͅỏͫ̇̂҉͎̝̟̻̬͍̤̺̬̙͍͢w̧̭̥̠̝̭͍͔̖̩̐͛ͭ͂͒ͭ̍͂͡ ̶̯͕̲̺͖̻̮̮̭̠͓̹̂̌ͤ̃̄̃̀͋͠͝ỵ̵̢̛͙̳̘̺̤͈̣̯̙̲͓̦̹͌̾̎ͯ͛̆ͥ́͟-ͣ̆̈́͂ͣͩ̌̇ͮͯͯ͆ͪ̈́̈͋͗̚͏̵̮͎̪̜̗̲̬͕̭͓͇̭̦̞̱̭͙̰̳̀y̵̢̳̳̻͈̼͔̮̻̜̜̲̐ͥ̅̿͂͆ͦ͛̊ͮ͛ͩ̐ͬ̇͘͜͢ͅ-̸̷̡̋̿ͣ̍̓͂ͣͦ̃ͣ҉̸̫̗̬͔̭͉̮͇̼̱̩͖̳ỵ̷̧̳̳͎͈͎͕̲̜ͨ̄ͭ̑̏ͤ́̎̀̐̚̕̕-̸̴̛̮̹̫̪̦̥͎̤͂̃͆̅̋͒̈́́ͅy͉̭̙̪̜̬̜̮̖̪̳̟̣̝͋ͯ͑ͩ̀͘͝͝-̦͖̲̮̥̜̞̠͇ͣͦ̓ͪ͘͜͞y̸̵̼͈̰̘̱̹̱̆ͪ͋̎̈́͐ͨͪͩ͌͢͢͢-̷̡̜̣̰̖͎̤̑̑͋̓ͫ̌ͣ͗ͣ̌̿̆̓̉ỳ̶̡̛̛͓͖̥̥̞͍̘͈̮̮ͪ͊͌̊̍ͣ̑̊͂͒ͭ͞o̴̧̭͇̬̯̯͒̂̌ͮ̈́ͪ̒̌̆̓́ͭ͒͢͞o̧̡͖̜̘͎̤ͬ̑͆ͤ͗͗̉ͣ̾ͥ̎̃̋̎ͧ̾̓̚o̴͈̳̲͍̙̣̯͍͔̘̹͈͔͈ͫ̿̿͛͗̐͆͗ͩ̃ò̶̡͈̺̖̺̺̪̜̭͕̣͇̪̭̗͓̜̂̑̔̽ͩ̋̈̂ͦͨ̽̑ͧ̈̎ơ̷͊ͫ̾̀̉͏̘̘̖̖͈̰͍͉̞͔̝͎̞̫͚̬͡ͅo̷̫͉͉̥̻̜̙̼͓͙̩̞͍̪̙̦̘ͥͯ̓̉̊ͧͤͨ͑͊̒̆̅́̚ͅo̴̞̣̭͇̣̮͇̮͔̹̝͈ͨ̽̐̿̋ͫ̓͗o̸̩̹̮̜̖͉̪̯̪͇̹͂̄͆̂͆̃͋̍̈̈́̌̈́̇̏̉̓ͩ̊̅̕͟͡ͅơ̘̯͉͍̓̽̂̓̈̊̍͛ͧ̎̃͑͑̋̈ͯ̍̋̚͜͞o̗̦͕̭̤͔͔̥͈͖̠͔̪͗̏͂͗ͩ̕̕ͅU̶̷̢͉͉̞̺̮̱̯̲̩ͥ̉̉́U̷̲̞̩̱͑͊̍͛͘U̸̢̥͎̬̫̜̬͐ͦͣ́͌́̀̐̕͞͝ͅU̗̼̭̘̼̭ͮ̐̈́̉͊̅̓̂͒ͯ̉̓̾ͮͦ́̈́ͭ́̚U̸̳̥̬̗͈ͣͤ͑ͫͧ̌ͣ͗́̅̒̃ͩ̊̋͛͊̚͘ͅU̴͍͍͖͕͙͚̘̟͆̉͗̔̆̽̔́́̀͘ ̴̖͓̥̜̤͔͙͎̺̼͇̦̅ͯͤ͟dͭ̔̋̈́ͬ́̿ͪ̊͊̚͢͠҉͉̟̫͙̱͎̭̯ê̶̶̥̩͙̮͊ͪ̈̋̋̓̎̀͢aͮ̾̓͊͑͋́͏̢̯̱͕̩̠̬̭̘̺̦̗̬͉̟̺̙̫̕͡l̹̼͖̮̼̟̞̇̽ͭ͛ͤ̃̋ͣ̿͆̌ͮ͊͊̚̚͘͘͜ͅ ̸̢̜̣̜̱̜̱̱̙͔͕ͪ̈́ͭͩ͒̾͒ͭ̉ͪ̅ͯ̍̈́ͬͬͫ͌̽͘w̡̮̰̘̼̫̼͎̞͈̘̫͈͍̬̦̙̟͖ͩ̈́̄͆ͯͥ̑̎̓̓͂͊ͫ͞͡ī̴̴̄̅̓͋̀̃͗̏ͦ̽̋ͨ͆̂̀͏̖̥̜͖̮̟̖̪͔̗̫͙̙̘̝̼̮͕t̶̛ͤͨͫ͗̎ͭ̑ͫͫ͐͗͒̑ͤ͋ͭ͢͏̦̠̩̜͇̜͍͕͖͖͓̹̣ͅͅh̸̞͖͍̹̭͉̗̘̲̗͇͉̻̐̔̓͌̉̓̎̑͘͟ͅ ̏͗́̑́҉̟̞͉̭͓̼͉̥̱͟i̶͖͔͚̮̞̰̳͉͕̼̲̺̯̖̅̆͐͆̒̃͑ͦͦ̋̾́ͣͬ͆̓ͫͭt̸͐̓̇̔̽̀͛̆͂͌̚̕͘҉͏̻̖͎͔̪̩̙̱̪̙̼͎̯͈ͅ-̷̢̡̭̦̤̠̹̬̭͍͈̅ͫͮ̍͛ͨ̈̌͑̒̌̓̍̇͗͑͜w̴̗̹͚͚̮̣̮͔͙̙̣̠̫̮̽͗̂͗ͬ̄́̀͝ͅi̷̴̢͇̼̞͉̬̲̣͈̠ͤͥͪ̀̕t͖̬̳̪̯̥̱̜̝̼̗̑̄̀̓͐͆ͣ͑̂ͦ͑ͧ͒̆ͯ͛͑ͬ́̀̀͘h̸ͤͬ̍̏̈́͏҉̝̙̻͔̞͖̼̗̫̪͉̣̱̰ͅͅ ̛͓̲͕̉͗ͩ̿ͮ̀̕͡͞i̴̘̯̳̣͎͍̬̻ͬ̄̍̈́̾ͨ͞ͅt̸̰̳̞̝̮͚̣͔̝̺̹͉̹̤̩̟̲͖̯̒̓̿̽̊̐͊ͯͩͫ̚͝-̻͉͙̻̳̣͓̝͚ͧͧ̐̇́w̧̢̧̱̺̺͔̙̫̹͇̳̿̄ͦ̃̄ͧ̅̑̊̄ͣ̾̏͂̿̂͆ͬ͠ͅͅi͗̏ͪ̀ͯ͗ͤ̋̕͘͏̹̹̼͍̲̜͇͍̹̤̙͇t̆̂ͨ͌̽͌̀͏͈̤͇̰̙̥̲̪̖̩̞͉͈͠͡h̢͒́̓̎͊͒ͦ̑͛ͫ̒ͧ͒͋ͨ͐̎̕҉̨͚͕̻̫͔͍̥̞̮͚̬͎̼̼̦͕͇͡ ̨̛̛̣̺̱͍͇͔̯̠̀̑̔̿ͭ̿ͩ̈ͪͤ̊̌͞͞iͯ̓͒̐ͬ͗ͯͯ͏͏̶̠͎̻̲̮̲̠̠̺͟ͅt̡̡̙̙̟̠̖̎̌̏̄ͣ̆ͦ̋̚̕͝-̧̛̛͇̠̬̭ͬͩͭ͛̄́i̡̙̰̼̗̰̞͎̲̜̯͎̳ͩ̽̈́͆̍̓̊̄͊̄̇̚ͅţ̷̷̶̢̩̦̹͓̲̮̤͎̓͗̍͑ͦ̋̾ͣ̇̌̀ͫ̈͋ͤ̓̂̿-̸̓ͬͥͨ̋͆̾ͣ͒ͩ҉̱̝̠̳͍̦̗̪̥͚̯͉̮̀͡ͅi̶̴̟͚̳̭͐͒̀ͭ͐͌̆̂̈̑̏̒̃͒͊̀ͥͭ̑̀͘͠ţ̢̧̱̯̥̜̮̹̣̮̟̤͇̫͈͖̞̩͙̈́̂̈́̏ͨ̏̑ͫ͐́͜.̷̣̞̭̼̞̯̻͓͔̗̜̯̓͊ͥ̉ͥ͆͋̏̿̆̂̾ͦ̚̕͟͡ͅ
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
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But, in all seriousness, why?
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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fseftr wanted an idea, so I just picked two random characters off the top of my head.
Also, good luck hunting me. I'm behind seven proxies.